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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

The Email From Marty's Private Investigator

Anyone else felt bad for Wendy? She was shamed for having an affair but I don’t get it cause Marty was seeing prostitutes too and had an ongoing.

Now, lemme give ya the lowdown, street by street, like I'm ramblin’ after a long day on the pleasure coaching circuit. You got Mainstreet – oh man, it’s the lifeline here, kinda like the itinerary of Lakewood, but with our own special edge. And oh! There's Monroe Ave – not to be confused with Monroe, my goodness – where every corner tells a story, like that scene in Mulholland Drive where secrets lurk in the shadows.

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